[EVENT RP] The Reclamation of Tania

[Andy]

Ambrose had hidden himself in the shadows when he had seen the marching soldiers and the wyverns overhead, across the street from his destination; the inn in which he'd rented a room. Throughout the commotion he'd been tense, confused, even, as he saw the Lycians forcibly acquire an inn, and the Bernese force their way into the place. But what surprised him most of all was seeing a familiar face. His mind returned to the Keeper from some time ago, the one who's ankle got twisted, who he had spared. The mercenary couldn't remember his name, but he remembered his face, and he noticed this self-same keeper escorting those who were unable and unwilling to fight. He emerged from behind the building to help an old man.

Seems he took that lesson to heart, he thought. He was drawing his sword, planning to help, when there was a cease-fire ordered, by the attacking Bernese and the Lycians, so he slammed the blade back into the sheath, jarring his right hip a little. Soon after the foreign soldiers retreated, a red-haired girl emerged, bound at the wrists, escorted by something like thirty armed men and women, of whom there were fifteen to twenty actual soldiers, who seemed to be waiting for their platoon commander. She was familiar, too, and from the same adventure as the Keeper, in fact. The scholar who had learned a bit about the Emperor. What's she doing here? And where are they taking her? And why?

Now, Ambrose, as a mercenary, had learned long ago to keep a good estimate of his own abilities, and was quite aware that trying to lay low thirty fighters, by himself, was lunacy. Especially in light of the fact that he had no helm. He'd acquired an arming cap and a mail coif for his head, but any strong hit to his head beyond an arrow and his brain wouldn't function so well anymore on account of, well, a caved cranium. So he stayed in the shadows and watched as events unfolded.